Chapter 1566: A Greedy Red Beard
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Many fell off unprepared. But so what?
Red Beard gritted his teeth and began holding on tightly to the rails.
His eyes were bloody and his feet firm.
'What to throw me off? Not in this life!'
1, 2, 3... Reach!
Bam!
Red Read soon became a gymnast, jumping upwards like a spider using the rails.
His speed was mind-jerking, and his body reacting to raw instinct.
Get out of the way!
Those before him annoyed him greatly with their speed. In truth, they were fast, even when slightly injured. But compared to the red devil, they fell short.
In a flash, he passed the stairways, gripping the ladder and beginning his ascent. But mid-way, another opening formed the square above.
Red Beard's pupils dilated.
"Hold on! Hold on!!!"
~Splash!
Another wave of people fell without warning.
Dammit! What a good Baymard! Dare to pour slippery liquid on them?
It took all of Red Beard's control, veins, and muscle strings to stay firm on the metal ladder.
Cannot give up! Must not give up. How could he bow before these shameless people?
"If you know you're powerful, then come out here and fight me like a true man!" Red Beard howled, carefully advancing in rage.
When has he ever been disgraced so much?
'Eat! Eat! I must taste Baymardians flesh even if it's the last thing I do!'
Red Beard was still absorbed in his thoughts when he suddenly heard the sound of yet another opening from the box above.
But where? Where was it coming from? (?^?)
Red Beard lifted his head only to see the hostages he was desperately trying to catch, not inky escape through the window, suddenly developed the power of not only flying backward but also upwards too.
(°_°)
Who am I? Where am I? What is this place?
The cube already rested 4 stories high. So who can explain why his hostages flew backward and upwards to about 5~6 stories high and away?
So far, only one hostage had developed invisible wings like so. But who is to say the others won't fly too?
"No! I don't allow it!"
.
Red Beard was going crazy, speeding up his movements across the slippery ladder.
Zppp~
2 more out.
Ahhh!!!
Red Beard slapped one of his men away, reaching the top as the first enemy to get here.
If he had a flag, he would claim this spot as his victoriously.
"Iron Plundering Fists!"
Bam!
Red Beard's fists landed on the doorknob severely.
"Dammit! Too hard!"
What sort of reinforcement were these Baymardians using? If this were steel, like his sword, maybe he would have a chance of breaking it apart from his iron cost technique in several moves.
But hello? Since the invention of the Periodic table and the emergence of other elements and ores like Aluminum, you best believe this doomsday square was not an easy feat to tackle.
It was made to survive nuclear blasts. So how could it be easy to penetrate?
Of course, if they had the powers from the Holy Core with them, then that would be a whole other ballgame.
"Iron plundering Fists!"
"Raging Fists of War!"
"Fist of Zenith!"
Bam! Bam! Bam! Ban! Bam!
Red Beard punched and punched, giving it his best shot. But why? Why wouldn't it bulge? He had destroyed several metal surfaces and even doors back throughout his lifetime. So why won't these break?
Sorcery! Yes... That must be it!
He, Red Beard, would never admit himself lacking to these Baymardians.
.
p1ease visi(t) nove1B(in).ne)t
Zzppp~
3 others were gone.
No! No! His hostages!
What to do? What to do?
Red Beard realized these people were no longer firing at them. What did this mean? It meant they had run out of ammunition!
6 have fled the box. But Red Beard felt there should be more inside, also trying to flee now.
Very quickly, he slid down the tower, watching another one flee the opening.
There! There it was!
He rubbed sand on his hands for friction while starting at the opening on the other side. And sure enough, he spotted a head.
Ahhhh!!!
The battlefield was still smoky, even though no attacks were forthcoming.
However, Red Beard didn't know if it was because the God of War had decided to smile on him that he spotted a bow and 3 arrows lying about, smeared in blood.
This was his chance!
'Oh, God of War! Bless me to capture my hostage! For this, I will plunder more lands, cut off more throats and drink up more blood of my enemies in your honor. And now, I only ask for you to show me a sign... Show me a sign by letting my hostage fly out now!'
Red Beard inwardly prayed, pointing his arrows at the opening above.
And as he expected, his God of war must've heard him loud and clear. Or else why would he find the future leaning overly close to the opening now?
.
One should know that with how close he was to the window, as well as the fact that he was on ground floor while the enemy was 4 stories high, shooting most arrows shot by many would fall between 2~3 stories high.
And even if it went above this benchmark, it must not necessarily hit its mark as fiercely as it would close to ground level.
This was probably why these Baymardians had the guard posts so high.
Red Beard thinned his lips, staring at the opening above.
For some, this height would've been a problem. But for trained Morgs like themselves, they decreased this issue by 20%, relying on improved strength and a few maneuvering tactics.
So Red Beard was confident he would make the shot. However, he wasn't trying to kill the enemy but to capture him instead. He was trying to shoot the enemy down.
Sure. The man might break a few bones and even get fractured. But with so much sand and dead bodies here, he was positive the man would survive.
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Many fell off unprepared. But so what?
Red Beard gritted his teeth and began holding on tightly to the rails.
His eyes were bloody and his feet firm.
'What to throw me off? Not in this life!'
1, 2, 3... Reach!
Bam!
Red Read soon became a gymnast, jumping upwards like a spider using the rails.
His speed was mind-jerking, and his body reacting to raw instinct.
Get out of the way!
Those before him annoyed him greatly with their speed. In truth, they were fast, even when slightly injured. But compared to the red devil, they fell short.
In a flash, he passed the stairways, gripping the ladder and beginning his ascent. But mid-way, another opening formed the square above.
Red Beard's pupils dilated.
"Hold on! Hold on!!!"
~Splash!
Another wave of people fell without warning.
Dammit! What a good Baymard! Dare to pour slippery liquid on them?
It took all of Red Beard's control, veins, and muscle strings to stay firm on the metal ladder.
Cannot give up! Must not give up. How could he bow before these shameless people?
"If you know you're powerful, then come out here and fight me like a true man!" Red Beard howled, carefully advancing in rage.
When has he ever been disgraced so much?
'Eat! Eat! I must taste Baymardians flesh even if it's the last thing I do!'
Red Beard was still absorbed in his thoughts when he suddenly heard the sound of yet another opening from the box above.
But where? Where was it coming from? (?^?)
Red Beard lifted his head only to see the hostages he was desperately trying to catch, not inky escape through the window, suddenly developed the power of not only flying backward but also upwards too.
(°_°)
Who am I? Where am I? What is this place?
The cube already rested 4 stories high. So who can explain why his hostages flew backward and upwards to about 5~6 stories high and away?
So far, only one hostage had developed invisible wings like so. But who is to say the others won't fly too?
"No! I don't allow it!"
.
Red Beard was going crazy, speeding up his movements across the slippery ladder.
Zppp~
2 more out.
Ahhh!!!
Red Beard slapped one of his men away, reaching the top as the first enemy to get here.
If he had a flag, he would claim this spot as his victoriously.
"Iron Plundering Fists!"
Bam!
Red Beard's fists landed on the doorknob severely.
"Dammit! Too hard!"
What sort of reinforcement were these Baymardians using? If this were steel, like his sword, maybe he would have a chance of breaking it apart from his iron cost technique in several moves.
But hello? Since the invention of the Periodic table and the emergence of other elements and ores like Aluminum, you best believe this doomsday square was not an easy feat to tackle.
It was made to survive nuclear blasts. So how could it be easy to penetrate?
Of course, if they had the powers from the Holy Core with them, then that would be a whole other ballgame.
"Iron plundering Fists!"
"Raging Fists of War!"
"Fist of Zenith!"
Bam! Bam! Bam! Ban! Bam!
Red Beard punched and punched, giving it his best shot. But why? Why wouldn't it bulge? He had destroyed several metal surfaces and even doors back throughout his lifetime. So why won't these break?
Sorcery! Yes... That must be it!
He, Red Beard, would never admit himself lacking to these Baymardians.
.
p1ease visi(t) nove1B(in).ne)t
Zzppp~
3 others were gone.
No! No! His hostages!
What to do? What to do?
Red Beard realized these people were no longer firing at them. What did this mean? It meant they had run out of ammunition!
6 have fled the box. But Red Beard felt there should be more inside, also trying to flee now.
Very quickly, he slid down the tower, watching another one flee the opening.
There! There it was!
He rubbed sand on his hands for friction while starting at the opening on the other side. And sure enough, he spotted a head.
Ahhhh!!!
The battlefield was still smoky, even though no attacks were forthcoming.
However, Red Beard didn't know if it was because the God of War had decided to smile on him that he spotted a bow and 3 arrows lying about, smeared in blood.
This was his chance!
'Oh, God of War! Bless me to capture my hostage! For this, I will plunder more lands, cut off more throats and drink up more blood of my enemies in your honor. And now, I only ask for you to show me a sign... Show me a sign by letting my hostage fly out now!'
Red Beard inwardly prayed, pointing his arrows at the opening above.
And as he expected, his God of war must've heard him loud and clear. Or else why would he find the future leaning overly close to the opening now?
.
One should know that with how close he was to the window, as well as the fact that he was on ground floor while the enemy was 4 stories high, shooting most arrows shot by many would fall between 2~3 stories high.
And even if it went above this benchmark, it must not necessarily hit its mark as fiercely as it would close to ground level.
This was probably why these Baymardians had the guard posts so high.
Red Beard thinned his lips, staring at the opening above.
For some, this height would've been a problem. But for trained Morgs like themselves, they decreased this issue by 20%, relying on improved strength and a few maneuvering tactics.
So Red Beard was confident he would make the shot. However, he wasn't trying to kill the enemy but to capture him instead. He was trying to shoot the enemy down.
Sure. The man might break a few bones and even get fractured. But with so much sand and dead bodies here, he was positive the man would survive.
Many fell off unprepared. But so what?Red Beard gritted his teeth and began holding on tightly to the rails.His eyes were bloody and his feet firm.'What to throw me off? Not in this life!'1, 2, 3... Reach!Bam!Red Read soon became a gymnast, jumping upwards like a spider using the rails.His speed was mind-jerking, and his body reacting to raw instinct.Get out of the way!Those before him annoyed him greatly with their speed. In truth, they were fast, even when slightly injured. But compared to the red devil, they fell short.In a flash, he passed the stairways, gripping the ladder and beginning his ascent. But mid-way, another opening formed the square above.Red Beard's pupils dilated."Hold on! Hold on!!!"~Splash!Another wave of people fell without warning.Dammit! What a good Baymard! Dare to pour slippery liquid on them?It took all of Red Beard's control, veins, and muscle strings to stay firm on the metal ladder.Cannot give up! Must not give up. How could he bow before these shameless people?"If you know you're powerful, then come out here and fight me like a true man!" Red Beard howled, carefully advancing in rage.When has he ever been disgraced so much?'Eat! Eat! I must taste Baymardians flesh even if it's the last thing I do!'Red Beard was still absorbed in his thoughts when he suddenly heard the sound of yet another opening from the box above.But where? Where was it coming from? ?^?Red Beard lifted his head only to see the hostages he was desperately trying to catch, not inky escape through the window, suddenly developed the power of not only flying backward but also upwards too._Who am I? Where am I? What is this place?The cube already rested 4 stories high. So who can explain why his hostages flew backward and upwards to about 5~6 stories high and away?So far, only one hostage had developed invisible wings like so. But who is to say the others won't fly too?"No! I don't allow it!".Red Beard was going crazy, speeding up his movements across the slippery ladder.Zppp~2 more out.Ahhh!!!Red Beard slapped one of his men away, reaching the top as the first enemy to get here.If he had a flag, he would claim this spot as his victoriously."Iron Plundering Fists!"Bam!Red Beard's fists landed on the doorknob severely."Dammit! Too hard!"What sort of reinforcement were these Baymardians using? If this were steel, like his sword, maybe he would have a chance of breaking it apart from his iron cost technique in several moves.But hello? Since the invention of the Periodic table and the emergence of other elements and ores like Aluminum, you best believe this doomsday square was not an easy feat to tackle.It was made to survive nuclear blasts. So how could it be easy to penetrate?Of course, if they had the powers from the Holy Core with them, then that would be a whole other ballgame."Iron plundering Fists!""Raging Fists of War!""Fist of Zenith!"Bam! Bam! Bam! Ban! Bam!Red Beard punched and punched, giving it his best shot. But why? Why wouldn't it bulge? He had destroyed several metal surfaces and even doors back throughout his lifetime. So why won't these break?Sorcery! Yes... That must be it!He, Red Beard, would never admit himself lacking to these Baymardians..p1ease visit nove1Bin.net Zzppp~3 others were gone.No! No! His hostages!What to do? What to do?Red Beard realized these people were no longer firing at them. What did this mean? It meant they had run out of ammunition!6 have fled the box. But Red Beard felt there should be more inside, also trying to flee now.Very quickly, he slid down the tower, watching another one flee the opening.There! There it was!He rubbed sand on his hands for friction while starting at the opening on the other side. And sure enough, he spotted a head.Ahhhh!!!The battlefield was still smoky, even though no attacks were forthcoming.However, Red Beard didn't know if it was because the God of War had decided to smile on him that he spotted a bow and 3 arrows lying about, smeared in blood.This was his chance!'Oh, God of War! Bless me to capture my hostage! For this, I will plunder more lands, cut off more throats and drink up more blood of my enemies in your honor. And now, I only ask for you to show me a sign... Show me a sign by letting my hostage fly out now!'Red Beard inwardly prayed, pointing his arrows at the opening above.And as he expected, his God of war must've heard him loud and clear. Or else why would he find the future leaning overly close to the opening now?.One should know that with how close he was to the window, as well as the fact that he was on ground floor while the enemy was 4 stories high, shooting most arrows shot by many would fall between 2~3 stories high.And even if it went above this benchmark, it must not necessarily hit its mark as fiercely as it would close to ground level.This was probably why these Baymardians had the guard posts so high.Red Beard thinned his lips, staring at the opening above.For some, this height would've been a problem. But for trained Morgs like themselves, they decreased this issue by 20%, relying on improved strength and a few maneuvering tactics.So Red Beard was confident he would make the shot. However, he wasn't trying to kill the enemy but to capture him instead. He was trying to shoot the enemy down.Sure. The man might break a few bones and even get fractured. But with so much sand and dead bodies here, he was positive the man would survive.
